misachan: (fire crow)
Only three songs still remain unguessed from The Lyrics Game, so it's time for reveals and pretending I shouldn't have done this a week ago!

2) Now you play the loving woman I'll play the faithful man/But just don't look too close into the palm of my hand

"Brilliant Disguise" by Bruce Springsteen. I long for a The Prestige vid to this song.

Brilliant Disguise )

9) Keeps the kids off the streets/Gives 'em something to do, something to eat/This spot was a playground/This flat land used to be a town

"Black Gold" by Soul Asylum. Yes, I was a teenager in the '90s.:) I made sure to dig up the actual video for this one so you can all see what a beautiful grunge rat Dave Pirner was.

Black Gold )

18) Dead men working a sinner a saint/Mixing up a pail of paint/Painted the house, black as night/When the sun came up the house was white

"Color Me Once" by The Violent Femmes. From The Crow soundtrack, a movie I've seen approximately eleventy thousand times.

Color Me Once )

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So it hit me that if you assume that Claire's around twelve in "The Rapture" she and Stiles should actually be around the same age, especially with the one year time skip between S5 an S6. The TW kids are around 16, right? So if she and Derek were cousins she and Stiles would be peers.

(I am not watching two seasons of a show solely to write a hair-cut based crossover. No.)

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Okay, brain, here's the deal: If we finish one of the [livejournal.com profile] polybigbang fics this week, we can work on that ridiculously self-indulgent fix-it. Okay? Deal? /desperation

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*refreshes flist, looking for [livejournal.com profile] dc_dystopia fairy tale masterlist.*

*sighs*

*refreshes*
misachan: (aghast)
OMG. CAT. Stop my heart, why don't you.

The repair guy was here today working on the hot water heater - guess who currently has no hot water? If anyone out there wants to do my laundry, that would be awesome - and when he came up from the basement to tell me what was up he left the door open just long enough for me to work myself into a panic that Lexi got out (she's gotten out through the basement once before and she always hides when he comes over to do stuff. I have no idea why, anyone else comes over she's all, "Hey, 'sup. Watcha doin'? You got any stuff I can sleep on?").

And she kept hiding for a FULL HOUR. An hour! And then she had the nerve to just wander out from wherever like NOTHING HAPPENED, all, "Oh, hey, you fed me. Cool."

Cats. I'm just glad it was raining so none of my neighbors saw me circling the house shaking a container of cat treats at the bushes.

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There are still seven six songs unguessed in The Lyrics Game! I will now give hints.

2) Solo artist, male singer, 1987

7) Group, male singer, 2007

9) Group, male singer, 1993

10) Group, male singer, 2006

11) Group, male singer, 1995

16) Group, male singer, 1987

18) Group, male singer, 1994

(Look, that's what's left, okay?)
misachan: (climbing)
Happy weekend! Let's play the Lyrics Game!

Rules are simple: I put my zune on shuffle, I post lyrics, you guess song and artist. Then profit! Of some sort. Feel free to make your own profit.

1) Hanging by threads of palest silver/I could have stayed that way forever "Stroke Of Luck" by Garbage, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] aberranteyes

2) Now you play the loving woman I'll play the faithful man/But just don't look too close into the palm of my hand

3) They've got catfish on the table /They've got gospel in the air/And Reverend Green be glad to see you/When you haven't got a prayer "Walking In Memphis" by Marc Cohn, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] elandrialore and [livejournal.com profile] aberranteyes

4) I was disappearing in plain sight/Heaven help me, I need to make it right "No Light No Light" by Florence + The Machine. guessed by [livejournal.com profile] robynize

5)Remember the time we made love in the roses?/And you took my picture in all sorts of poses "Lucky Ones" by Bif Naked, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] elandrialore

6) Now that the smoke's gone/And the air is all clear/Those who were right there/Got a new kind of fear "Hey Man, Nice Shot" by Filter, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] elandrialore

7) The world that I see inside you/Waiting to come to life/Waking me up to dreaming/Reality in your eyes "First Time" by Lifehouse, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] morganoconner

8) And they call her a name that they never get/Right and if they don't then nobody else will/But she used to have a carefree mind of her own/With devilish look in her eye "Veronica"" by Elvis Costello, guess by [livejournal.com profile] aberranteyes

9) Keeps the kids off the streets/Gives 'em something to do, something to eat/This spot was a playground/This flat land used to be a town

10) It’s funny how you just break down/Waiting on some sign/I pull up to the front of your driveway/With magic soaking my spine "Read My Mind" by The Killers, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] shulammit

11) Do what you wanna do/Go out and seek your truth/When I'm down and blue/Rather be me than you "Heaven Beside You" by Alice In Chains, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] monteseverus

12) So they came into the outway/It was Sunday what a black day/Every time I tried to find him/He's leaving no clues left behind him "Smooth Criminal" by Michael Jackson, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] elfladyarwen

13) Come dance with me now/We'll dance without a care/I'm as free as a fire/And change is in the air "The Different" by Melissa Etheridge, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] elandrialore

14) As your bony fingers close around me/Long and spindly/Death becomes me/Heaven can you see what I see "Dream On" by Depeche Mode, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] monteseverus

15) She comes to me in dreams/A train wreck beauty queen/Now I remember her "For The Restless" by Tom McRae, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] gossy16

16) Spinning on that dizzy edge/I kissed her face and kissed her head/And dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow "Just Like Heaven" by The Cure, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] monteseverus

17) Midnight gettin' uptight where are you/You said you'd meet me now it's quarter to two/I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you "I Hate Myself For Loving You" by Joan Jett, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] climbatize

18) Dead men working a sinner a saint/Mixing up a pail of paint/Painted the house, black as night/When the sun came up the house was white

19) With my lighnin' bolts a glowin'/I can see where I am goin' to be/When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand. "Wake Up" by Arcade Fire, guessed by [livejournal.com profile] elfladyarwen

20) I can't get down and I won't get down/And stay all night with thee/For the girl I have in that merry green land I love far better than thee "Henry Lee" by Nick Cave & PJ Harvey (covering the traditional ballad), guessed by [livejournal.com profile] janice_lester
misachan: (climbing)
Today is August 16th, the 35th anniversary of the death of my most favorite of all musicians, Elvis Presley. To commemorate TCM is having an Elvis-athon, including Jailhouse Rock and Viva Las Vegas.




Two true facts about me!

1) Elvis was my first celebrity crush. (possibly only predated by my crush on Luis from Sesame Street. Luis/Maria is the first pairing I remember consciously shipping, long before I entered first grade and was all OTP about He-Man/Sorceress. I started young.:)

2) The first record (and yes, it was a record) I actually owned was an Elvis Presley Greatest Hits. I got it for either my 5th birthday or for Christmas that year (I just remember unwrapping it at my grandmother's house, not the occasion.) Whenever I would listen to it I would stare raptuously at Elvis' pretty picture on the cover. I don't know if this was the beginning of my weakness for dark-haired, blue-eyed men or merely the first manifestation of it.

18 Years

Apr. 5th, 2012 11:16 pm
misachan: (climbing)
Not forgotten. I've still never cried so hard.

misachan: (climbing)
[livejournal.com profile] sncross_bigbang progress:



Okay, so I did the math and if I can force myself to just write one scene per day I can put this to bed by March 22nd, so I'm setting that as my mental due date. Now obviously some scenes are short and there'll be days where I can do more than one, but then there will also be days where I'm mired in some kind of wordy quicksand and will get nothing done, but I'm hoping that will even out. If I can meet that deadline then I have well over a month to work on my [livejournal.com profile] spn_j2_bigbang.

No. No, I don't actually have any idea what I'm doing.

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People who know Tumblr better than me (which is everyone!): Did someone rec Torn over there a few days ago? I've gotten a bunch of comments on that story over the past few days (yay!) and one of them was signed with a tumblr name so that's why I think it came from there.

I'd like to send a thank you for the rec if I can figure where it came from.

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Aw, this is sad. RIP Davy Jones. My tiny self watched the Monkees TV show every morning before kindergarten and Daydream Believer is as close to a perfect pop song as you're ever going to find.

misachan: (climbing)
My phone! Since Saturday my phone has been freezing whenever I tried to enter text (not just texting, but tweeting and the internet, too - this is why the v-gifts I sent out didn't have text, because I was trying to covertly do that at work) but today I finally did a factory reset and it works again! After only a half hour of trying to remember the password to the phone gmail account I never use! *flops over*

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Oh hey, there's a song lyrics/titles meme going around, isn't there! (ganked from [livejournal.com profile] musesfool and at least one other person)

I actually thought I did this more than I apparently do, probably because I use lyrics as post titles all the time.

Lyrics and Titles! )
misachan: (climbing)
By now everyone is in the world has heard about Whitney Houston's death yesterday at age 48 (I found out through twitter, as I find out all news), and I didn't expect to be reacting as emotionally as I am because I never really considered myself a fan. I think it's just that Whitney Houston's voice is on the soundtrack of my childhood; my grade school choir sang "Greatest Love of All" and "I Will Always Love You" was so omnipresent that I still know all the words even though I haven't listened to it in years. She was one of those great talents every hoped would pull herself up and be as bright and shining as she is in our memories. And she seemed to be getting there! There's a movie coming out in August! She was supposed to perform last night! It's just so sad.

There's something just so lonely and tragic about dying alone in a hotel room literally a floor away from people who adored her.

Goodbye, Whitney. You made the world more beautiful.





misachan: (Comedian)
I spent the first work day morning of 2011 stalled out on the side of the highway waiting for a tow truck. Anyone want three guesses at how I spent the last work day morning of 2011?

Yep.

And mind you, these are different cars. *throws up hands*

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I love the year end fic meme going around. I'll do it either tonight or tomorrow, but I want to post one last thing first (nothing super exciting, a [livejournal.com profile] deancaskink fill I'd forgotten to post up properly).:)

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"Great Expectations" by Gaslight Anthem came on yesterday during the drive home and that song. It's such a John Winchester song, John alone in the car talking to Mary (Mary, this station is playing every sad song/I remember like we were alive), John thinking over the wreckage of his empty life after Sam runs off to Stamford. (everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you)

John talking to Mary and maybe to Ellen too, thinking back to really knowing jack about hunting but he's lucky enough to fall in with Bill and Ellen Harvelle and they don't laugh too hard at him when he screws up, back to that little window of time when he thought maybe he could be happy again. (And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew/Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb/My heart's like a wound.) But then Bill dies and it's his fault, he knows that even if no one else does, then when he goes back to the Roadhouse with Bill's blood on his clothes he's got Bill's little girl looking at him with her dad's eyes and he can't tell Ellen the truth, not with the risk she might forgive him. So off he runs, back to the road and his boys and Mary's ghost sitting shotgun.

(Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life/Better safe than making the party) And maybe there was that one other chance, the little fantasy he built with Adam and Kate, but that he sabotages right from beginning because he's not John Winchester with them. This is the life he and Mary used to talk about, drinking beers on the hood of his car, but he lives in it like a shifter and tells himself it's for their own good.

He knows the truth, though. He feels it when he's back on that open road and the song that played the night he met Mary comes on and he knows in his bones that this life is hell but it's easier than turning around and risk ever again. Besides, Mary's still his wife and there are nights he can almost get drunk enough that investigating her murder is almost like her being there again. (I never had a good time, I sat by my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella)

Because John's back in 'Nam, and he's not winning this war either but John Winchester's been killing since he was eighteen years old. Maybe he knew something else once, but it's been a long time and a lot of road since then. (I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life/Everybody leaves and why, why wouldn't you?)
misachan: (climbing)
"Marry the Night" is like Gaga took every Bruce Springsteen song and made a dance remix. It may be my new favorite thing. Also, the only way it could be more a Dean song is if the car mentioned was an Impala instead of a Camaro.

In other music news, REM wrote Losing My Religion about S6 Cas through their powers of prophetic sorcery.

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Can anyone tell me if Thranduil shows up in the Hobbit trailer? I've been trying to be strong and hold out until I can see it in all its proper theater glory, but if he's in it I'm going to have to cave. (I love Bilbo and the dwarves and all, but Mirkwood's what I'm really dying to see. Anyone who's seen the old cartoon understands why. And Thranduil's my favorite elf, anyway.)
misachan: (climbing)
Just finished watching a Killers concert on Palladia. Oh Brandon Flowers, how are you so pretty?

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Oh hey, remember when this was a thing I was doing?

8 – Do you write OCs? And if so, what do you do to make certain they're not Mary Sues, and if not, explain your thoughts on OCs.

I haven't written anything centered around an OC. I think I'm probably too pairing centered for that; I think the most high-profile OC I've written was Jesus in Useful Information, just because I needed some reason why poor Guerrero was in that situation.

Otherwise any OCs I've written have been background or antagonists. I do like making up angels, thought. They're fun to name.

The Other Days )

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Why can I only spot typos after I post? What is wrong with my eyes?!
misachan: (Alexis)


Whether you're a fan or not, can we all agree that "Queer" by Garbage is Meg's theme song? Especially if you ship Meg/Cas, as I know some of you do.:)

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Kink_bingo sign ups are supposed to start around 3 EST today, so I should have my card in my inbox by the time I get home --- or at the very least by the time I get back from church, which fills me with the lolz.

I am excite. Hopefully I won't completely fail to post anything during the actual challenge period like last year. (I did manage one solitary fix for amnesty, so at least I'm allowed a card this go round.)






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misachan: (climbing)
The wank followed me home from one of my JournalFen adventures. Ugh. It's cutting into my blasphemous interspecies gay porn writing time.

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A meme! via [livejournal.com profile] romanticalgirl:

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and (if possible) upload) 5 songs you love that begin with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

I got D.

The Different by Melissa Etheridge. There should be a thousand Doctor Who vids to this song. It's the ultimate seduced by unknown adventure song.

Down to Nowhere by Thea Gilmore. I don't know who introduced me to Thea Gilmore, but I want to buy them a pony. This has been on constant repeat while writing my current almost-done fic.

Doll Parts by Hole. Say what you will about Courtney Love, but Live Through This and Celebrity Skin are two killer albums. (And someone needs to write a Dean/Cas story titled "I love him so much (it just turns to hate)." 2014!verse, perhaps)

Desolation Row by My Chemical Romance. This kicking in over the Watchmen credits gives me chills no matter how many times I see it.

The Dolphin's Cry by Live. My ultimate 9/Rose song. "We are lost 'til we are found/This phoenix rises up from the ground/And all these wars are over"

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I have five Dreamwidth invites who need good homes! Just in time for kink_bingo starting next week! Comment if you want them!
misachan: (on the other side)
Finally saw the Reboot!Nightmare on Elm Street last night and I actually really enjoyed it. I know, the blasphemy.

I'm not saying it's a GOOD movie, mind. )

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Gah. All my writings are coming out stupid today. Work, stupid words!

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Has some enterprising SPN fan made an angsty Dean/Cas vid to Sara Bareilles' "Gravity"? Because really, someone should.

Lyrics cut )

*adds to playlist*
misachan: (Nick doesn't like storytime)
All In, the new Lifehouse song, isn't the greatest song ever --- it's kind of every Lifehouse song ever, and shamelessly reuses the riff to "First Time" --- but it's such a Nick/Ellis song to me that I still turn it up whenever I catch it on the radio. It hits that sweet spot when Nick stops digging in his heels and finally admits there's something going on here. I love my angsty zombie-killing dream ship.

Not dream as in perfect, although they are pretty much a distillation of everything pings a ship for me, but dream because I didn't even realize I shipped them until I had a dream about them. A dream about how I couldn't find any decent fanfic for this, a pairing I hadn't even been aware I was shipping. My subconscious just went, "Well, this is happening." (This is the second time my brain let me know via dream that it was off shipping without me; while I was watching Boomtown I had an incredibly graphic dream about two characters who had barely shared screen time, but who my brain had decided would be awesome together. It actually altered how I watched the show.:)

A show (or movie or book or what have you) showing up in my dreams is always my first sign that I'm about to lose my head. I dreamed about Watchmen the night I got home from the movie. I had Cas in my head three episodes into season 4. Does that happen to anyone else?

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I wasn't going to sign up for [livejournal.com profile] dark_fest --- I defaulted last year --- but I to continue the theme I had a dream about the prompt I eventually chose. (Um. Sorry, Cas. You know you're my favorite, right?)
misachan: (9/Rose)
I'm watching an episode of Monk on demand right now, and this guy is the most jovial murderer I've ever seen.

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I confirmed the other day that my car CD player can play mp3 CDs, and let me tell you, it is glorious. My Zen is ancient and won't sync up with Vista (and I've lost the disc for it, anyway) so for the past few months I've been doing without. This is almost like having my Zen all over again. Nothing improves a dark commute like belting out "Holy Diver" at the top of your lungs. (Has anyone actually listened to the lyrics of that song? They're gloriously nonsensical. "Ride the tiger/You can see his stripes so you know he's clean/Oh don't you see what I meeeaaaaaaannnnnnn?" That is just wonderful nonsense.)

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From last week's [livejournal.com profile] fannish5:Five canon moments that turned a casual fandom into a hardcore fandom for you.

Heroes: Peter goes to rescue Claire in "Homecoming." I love comics, so obviously I was a fan of Heroes from the beginning but Peter going in to rescue Claire even though he had no powers, no plan and was very sure that is was going to get him killed won my love. I can never resist heroes who do the right thing because dammit, someone has to do it, especially when doing the right thing can cause the hero nothing but trouble. Claude going back to rescue Peter from Mohinder's apartment a few episodes later provoked the same reaction (Is it really any surprise I shipped them?)

Doctor Who: "Dalek." "I saw it happen. I made it happen." And then Rose saving him at the end, just by standing there and not letting him fall. Oh, Doctor. That episode ripped out my heart and danced a tango on it.

Sherlock Holmes: "The Norwich Builder" (Granada TV series) There's a scene in "The Norwich Builder" where Jeremy Brett's Holmes is examining a crime for clues and steps up on a narrow railing with such grace that I remarked that if D&D elves were real, that was how they would move. I don't know why it struck me so much, but it did; it helped that TNB is one of those few cases where Holmes is at a loss which makes his solving the crime all the more satisfying. And then the next episode was "The Blue Carbuncle," where Holmes looks at a hat for a few hours and deduces that a man's wife no longer loves him. I never had a chance.

Kushiel's Legacy: There's a scene in the first book where Phedre gets kidnapped and her sworn bodyguard is forced to creep underneath a bridge to be able to rescue her undetected. And he didn't even like her, but dammit, he'd sworn vows. I have a big weakness for Knight Templar types and Joscelin hits a lot of those buttons; that scene was when I finally forgave him for being Phedre's love interest and not the childhood friend I'd been shipping her with.:) And I was already enthralled with the book, but that was when it tipped over from, "Oh, this is cool!" to "Well, no going to class for me today."

Watchmen: The Handshake. Have I mentioned that I am helpless before unlikely yet passionate friendships? Or that Rorschach and Nite Owl remind me of a deeply crazy version of Wyatt and Doc from Tombstone?
misachan: (climbing)
Listening to Tom Petty's "You Don't Know How It Feels" yesterday I was struck by how much it reminded me of Nirvana's "On A Plain." "Smells Like Teen Spirit" is the Nirvana song that gets my heart pumping and "Heart-Shaped Box" is the one I sing along to at the top of my lungs but in a lot ways "On A Plain" is my favorite Nirvana song. Nirvana sometimes has a reputation as a really angry band but I've never seen them that way. Kurt's lyrics are a little too wry, too self-aware to reach the lathered outrage Eddie Vedder poured into his lyrics. Even at its angriest --- In Utero's B side, for example --- Kurt's voice is more of a wail than a howl; compare it to Layne Staley's, which some Alice In Chains songs sounds like it was recorded in the pit of Hell itself. Kurt injected a lot of mockery and self-deprecation into his angst, and I don't think his lyrics get recognized for just how funny some of them are. Kurt loved wordplay and puns and inside jokes, and all of that is in "On a Plain."

For example, you have to love a song (one without instrumental introduction, even!) that begins with, "I'll start this off without any words.":)

"On a Plain" was the last song written for Nevermind. Like most Nirvana songs, it's about a lot at once, including the usual suspects of Kurt's childhood and drug abuse (most Nirvana songs are all over the map that way; there are some that are more streamlined with their subject matter --- "Smells Like Teen Spirit" is about the joy and terror and chaos of performing, while "Come As You Are" is about ambivalence and expectation but in a lot of songs what it's about changes from verse to verse, and sometimes from line to line.) At its core, though, "On A Plain" is about songwriting --- specifically writer's block.:) Kurt wrote the song on the plane taking him to the recording session, knowing that he was supposed to have a finished album when he touched down (yes, the whole chorus is a pun. And yet I love it anyway:). Anyone who's been flush up against a deadline can emphasize with the exasperated "What the hell am I trying to say?" of the bridge. (And how awesome is it that there's a bridge? How many grunge writers were bothering to use bridges?)

That and the next lines, "It is now time to make it unclear/To write off lines that don't make sense" are every bit as self-mocking as the much more famous "Teenage angst has paid off well/Now I'm bored and old" line from "Serve the Servants." Kurt knew what he was doing; this is not haphazard songwriting filled with accidental metaphors (looking directly at you, Coldplay). In a Nirvana song, if there's a bizarre word choice Kurt damn well meant for it to be there.:)

I think the most representative set of lyrics for Nirvana as a whole come from this song: "My mother died every night/It's safe to say you can quote me on that." The first line refers to Wendy Cobain's disastrous, abusive marriage, the second to a running gag between Kurt, Krist and Dave while Nevermind was in the works. His parents' relationship was the defining tragedy of his life ("That legendary divorce is such a bore"); it fueled so many of Kurt's songs and contributed to his drug addiction. And here he pairs it with a silly throwaway reference that's meaningless to all but a handful of people; you can almost see Kurt in his aisle seat rolling his eyes at how maudlin that first line sounded and so he does the songwriting equivalant of drawing a big black line through it.

That's the essential push-me-pull-you dynamic of Nirvana, raw pain with a knowing smirk, the whispered verse and the screamed chorus. Kurt was never a great storyteller; none of his songs are the narratives Springsteen and Bono and Eddie Vedder manage. What they are is a stripped bare, honest look into the tangled mind of their composer in all of his exhausted, sardonic, self-mocking glory. There are more polished bands out there, bands with better singers and more skillful musicians, but none that have crawled into my head and stayed there like Nirvana.

"One more special message to go/And then I'm done, and I can go home/I love myself better than you/I know it's wrong so what should I do?"

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Back to Christmas shopping.:)
misachan: (climbing)
Have you ever been listening to the radio, chair-dancing along, and out of nowhere a song just leaps up and kicks you in the head? That's what "Great Expectations" by The Gaslight Anthem did to me today.

And I know today wasn't the first time I've heard it, but for some reason I saw tail lights last night in the chorus grabbed me and demanded my attention. There's a real restless, angry energy in these vocals; I can't wait to be behind the wheel when this song comes on.

Lyrics: Mary, this station is playing every sad song.
I remember like we were alive.
I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls.
In a prison cell, where we spent those nights.
And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her.
Licking young boys blood from her claws.
And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew.
Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb.
My heart's like a wound.

I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife.
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life.
Better safe than making the party.
And I never had a good time, I sat by my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella.
Great expectations, we had the greatest expectations.

I saw tail lights last night In a dream about my first wife.
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life.
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

It's funny how the night moves.
Humming a song from 1962.
We were always waiting... always waiting.
We were always waiting for something to happen.

I saw tail lights last night In a dream about my first wife.
Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you.
I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my whole life.
Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

I can't decide if this is a John Winchester song or a long post-GN Dan song; it changes every time I hear it.

Download link: here
misachan: (starbuck)
Aw, dammit. Jim Carroll died friday at the age of 60. He was a true punk rocker before punk got its fashionable glitter and glam sheen and wrote about joy and pain with scathing honesty, beauty and winking, ironic wit. The song that his name brings to everyone's mind is of course "People Who Died," which is a great song, but my favorite song of his is "Differing Touch," which manages to be yearning, wondering and smirking all at the same time.

I know that he probably lived thirty years longer than he ever thought he would, but sixty is still too damn young.

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So Christoph Waltz of Inglourious Basterds fame has apparently landed the main villain role in The Green Hornet, which is great because he deserves all the money Hollywood can throw at him. And he's apparently replacing Nic Cage, which can only be considered a massive step up.

Confession: when I first saw the headline I misread it as the Green Lantern movie and thought he'd been cast as Sinestro and got all excited. Phooey. The misread did inspire me to look up the Green Hornet, since I realized I had no idea who GH's arch enemy was. I still don't, since this character seems to be made up for the movie, but I did learn that Britt Reid (GH's civvy name) is supposed to be the Lone Ranger's grand-nephew, which might almost make him cool enough to have Bruce Lee as a sidekick. Almost.

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And to cap things off with more sad news, Jeff Hardy was arrested on trafficking and possession charges. I'd really, really hoped that the last time he came back he'd gotten his life together; he's so talented, the kind of talent that buys the second and third chances he was given.

But I don't think that's happening this time. Oh, Jeff.

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ETA: OH GODDAMMIT. Patrick Swayze dies at 57. That is ENOUGH, universe.
misachan: (Default)
So I realized today that if you flip the pronouns and change some of the gender identifying bits of "You Belong With Me" (like turning cheerleader into quarterback) the song becomes the Nice Guy anthem. And frankly, it isn't any less desperate or pitiful when it's a girl doing the passive-aggressive pining. Honey, stop being such a dishrag. Every time I hear you whine I wish Joan Jett would come out and kick sense into you with her steel-toed boots. (At least "I Hate Myself for Loving You" was aware the relationship was all frakked up.)

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I just found out that I have to take the bus home today, it looks like rain and I forgot my umbrella. To counteract that, I'm going to think about some of the things making me happy right this second:

1) The Watchmen DVD with its super fancy Director's Cut is scant weeks away! It will be mine, precious. (Even though Snyder has already leaked that the Cut will have the one thing from the GN I was glad was left out of the movie. Sigh.)

2) Day off Friday. Warrior needs sleep badly.

3) New SYTYCD tonight!

4) I bought a book on impulse that promised to link the biblical murder of Cain with the unsolved murder of Mitchell Siegel, the father of the man who created Superman. I don't know if it's a good book, but that's an great hook.

5) We were Big Damn Heroes last night. Not only did we clear our NPC friend of murder charges, but we foiled the bad guys' land grab scheme AND found out about a plot to overthrow the prince. Now of course next time we play it's all going to hit the fan as the new storyline kicks in, but last night we were made of awesome.

6) X-Factor #45 still happened.

7) Happy Birthday to me on Sunday! (Of course, I'm turning 30 and that's got me a tad freaked out, but this is the happy post!). If the Birthday Fic Fairy is reading this, I'd like some Rictor/Shatterstar or Scandal Savage/Renee Montoya fic. Ooh, or a Rorschach&Nite Owl casefile story.

8) I have an awesome fiance and a very fuzzy kitten (although if she would stop knocking over the lamp, that would be great.) And later I get puppysnuggles.

See? Pretty happy.

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